09. is it for fear to wet a widow's eye

[keepscalm]

Characters: [OU] England (keepscalm), [OU] America (colonial), and you!
Setting: Infirmary. BACKDATED prompts to 4/13 and 4/14 (before the event start), and current-dated to today. Put your prompt in the subject line!
Format: Starting action will match etc etc
Summary: Something does not go quite right with America's collar check-up.
Warnings: Brainwashed baby nations.

scenario A♛ Infirmary: Daytime - violet collar check-up (open; backdated to 4/13)
[He'd gone in for his check-up already; England's only reason for his continuing presence amongst the other violet-collared residents in the infirmary was America, who was still in the examination room.

He waits, seated in one of the chairs outside of the exam room, looking pretty disgruntled about the whole thing, and only getting worse as others are called in for their check-ups and subsequently let go.

He grumbles it quietly to himself:] What's taking so long in there?

scenario B♛ Infirmary: Nighttime (open; backdated to 4/13)
[Something is wrong.

He bangs his fists desperately against the door to the exam room, but it shows no signs of opening one way or another.] America! America!

[No matter how much he shouts or throws himself against the door, though, there is no answer.

Say what you will to him, and he might calm down, but he's not going to leave for anything.]

scenario C♛ Infirmary: Anytime (open; backdated to 4/14)
[After tiring himself out the day previous, England had resigned himself to the wait and one of the uncomfortable chairs outside of the room. He sits with his hands folded in his lap and his legs crossed at the ankle. He looks like he's trying for all the world to keep sitting up straight and alert, but the way he keeps slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes is telling.

He hadn't really slept much yesterday.]

scenario D♛ Infirmary: Daytime (closed to colonial)
[He's exhausted, and there are bags under his eyes and visible fatigue in his body to prove it. He probably hasn't eaten much either.

But he still has not left his spot outside of the check-up room. America would either come out through this door or find him some other way.]

Comments

[keepscalm]

[England turned his head upon being addressed, perhaps a tad surprised that someone answered, but not entirely alarmed.]

I am. My...

[And then he hesitates. He's sure most of the Tower thinks that America is his son, but he can't reconcile that idea with reality; he's never considered himself America's father, especially not now. Colony is most accurate, though that would take explaining.

He decides he'll use America's term, though it's one that he'd denied when they first met.]

...little brother.

[Wow that was more complicated than England expected it to be.]

He's very young.

[godheals]

[Raphael nodded, still smiling calmly.]

I see. It is good that you and your brother were brought together here, even if he is young. If you want, I will keep an eye out for him, if you tell me what he looks like.

[keepscalm]

[His mouth twists into something not unlike a frown, but it speaks more of uncertainty than displeasure.] We weren't exactly—

[Oh rubbish there is no point trying to explain this it would take him all day.

England lets out a light sigh, returning his gaze to the examination room door.] About yay high— [he indicates America's height with both hands, showing that he is indeed rather small] —golden blonde hair, and the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. He's got a little... [He then gestures vaguely to his hair, unsure of how to represent what he describes.] ...cowlick on the front of his head. Little bugger always sticks up.

[England you look ridiculous.]

[godheals]

[Well, it probably wouldn't take all day, but it would take a little while, since this was Raphael's first time meeting a nation. However, it might be England's first time meeting an Angel. Not that Raphael would know that.

Raphael nodded again, his smiling growing a little. England didn't look that ridiculous to the Angel.]

He sounds like a cute little brother. I shall keep an eye out for him and tell you if I see him.

[keepscalm]

[England settles down and laces his fingers together over his lap again.] Hopefully it won't be necessary. Maybe he's just... [He frowns and shifts uncomfortably.] ...giving them a hard time.

[Or that's what he's trying to convince himself of, anyway.]

[godheals]

He shouldn't be giving them too much trouble, for a small child. Don't worry..he should be coming out soon.

[keepscalm]

[He almost laughs at that. He might if he weren't feeling so anxious.]

He's not a normal child.

Giving people trouble is one of his talents, I daresay. [And one that just gets stronger with age.]

[godheals]

..How is he not normal then?

And even if that is one of his talents, he should be alright. The drones here do well with trouble, I think.

[keepscalm]

He could easily throw you or I across the room.

[And then, with a note of something near amusement:] With one hand.

[Of course, that's irrelevant if they somehow nullify his strength, as the drones seem to be capable of, but England is hoping maybe they just can't get ahold of America to do so.]

[godheals]

[..That..actually made Raphael's smile grow, even though he wasn't the type to chuckle. If he was though, he would be.]

That is quite impressive. I am not sure if he could toss an Angel across the room..but it is interesting that he is that strong.

[No, Raphael had never made any attempt to hide what he was. Why do you ask?]